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inside her panties in the next. The incident
had left her turned off to boys. She had withdrawn from them,
preferring to hang with her "Besties", than with members of the
opposite sex. Vanessa and J.J. were not judgmental or jealous. She
hated crap of that nature.
Am I ready for a boyfriend
now? Is it time? Should I finally take the plunge?
Without fail, the outcomes
with Andrew were positive, except when she imagined him out of
character. But being overbearing and unwilling to take no for an
answer were not traits that described Andrew Ibarra. He was gentle
around girls. He was intuitive and genuine. He would not be like
that. No, she knew this. Somewhere deep inside, a tiny voice was
telling her he would fight to the death over someone he loved.
Maybe he did not show it all the time, or maybe he lacked the
knowledge, but it still did not change the fundament from which
Andrew was forged. He was a romantic.
And, she liked
that.
And you like him
too…
“ That
was an uncomfortable stretch of quiet, girl,” prompted Vanessa through the phone.
“ I’m just trying to put
things in some sort of perspective.”
“ And?”
“ I think you know the
answer already,” retorted Lynn, a growing smile through the
indecision written on her face.
Vanessa chuckled. “That’s good, girl. I’m glad to hear it. Now, we
just have to figure out a way to make sure he’s okay.”
“ Or find a way to save
him.”
“ What did you
say?”
Lynn’s mind was already a
million miles away. “I gotta go,” she said in a hurry, not even
bothering to repeat herself.
“ Wait! Wait! Tell me what
you said!”
“ Bye!” Lynn Loren tapped
the “End” icon, terminating the call, her eyes narrow with
determination.
Aunt
Denise , thought Lynn. S he’ll know what’s the haps. After all, she does work for the
LAPD.
~~~~~~~<<< ᴥ >>>~~~~~~~
~ 5 ~
Ill Tidings
Friday, November
26 th ,
the Day after Thanksgiving, the Same Time…
It was not a meal. A small
container of flax & chia seed cracker bread, a half a jar of
Maraschino cherries and finger-dipping into Cool-Aide like it was a
bag of Fun Dip was not nourishing at all. More than anything it
made them thirsty, but that’s all there was to eat.
Christina sucked on her
index finger, tasting for the umpteenth time the semi-sweetness of
the cherry flavored Cool-Aide powder. She knew she should stop.
After every such delving into the plastic jug she felt just a bit
more dehydrated, but she could not stop. The mix was that
good.
Or maybe, Christina, just
maybe, you’re a little off your game today.
She glanced over at the
tiny 3rd grader, who had quit the Cool-Aide long ago.
Christina smiled at the
thought, bemused over her clear addiction to the real
thing.
Marissa was sitting near
the lantern now, warming her hands against the heat coming off it.
The temperature within the passage was dropping with each passing
hour and the light was the only source of heat available to them.
She had unrolled the thin rug the man-thing had bundled Christina
within. She wanted to rest her bottom on anything other than the
cold floor. She had placed the lantern at its’ middle.
Deliberate, she placed the
tight-fitting lid onto the plastic container. Christina stood,
swiping her hands against her now dirty jeans in an offhanded way.
The dust and the sand-like top layer of the concrete floor coated
them now, so adding a bit more grime did not matter to the
teen.
She peered again at the
nine-year-old who had saved her from asphyxiation. The little girl
seemed lost in her own thoughts. Her eyes were searching for
something deep in the soft glow before her. The teenager could see
her body fill and un-fill whenever she breathed, but she was
otherwise motionless. Her long hair cascaded down either side of
her head, obscuring detail, but not the entire view. Her narrow
face was pinched with concentration and made her v-shaped chin all
the more severe.
She’s too young to
had left her turned off to boys. She had withdrawn from them,
preferring to hang with her "Besties", than with members of the
opposite sex. Vanessa and J.J. were not judgmental or jealous. She
hated crap of that nature.
Am I ready for a boyfriend
now? Is it time? Should I finally take the plunge?
Without fail, the outcomes
with Andrew were positive, except when she imagined him out of
character. But being overbearing and unwilling to take no for an
answer were not traits that described Andrew Ibarra. He was gentle
around girls. He was intuitive and genuine. He would not be like
that. No, she knew this. Somewhere deep inside, a tiny voice was
telling her he would fight to the death over someone he loved.
Maybe he did not show it all the time, or maybe he lacked the
knowledge, but it still did not change the fundament from which
Andrew was forged. He was a romantic.
And, she liked
that.
And you like him
too…
“ That
was an uncomfortable stretch of quiet, girl,” prompted Vanessa through the phone.
“ I’m just trying to put
things in some sort of perspective.”
“ And?”
“ I think you know the
answer already,” retorted Lynn, a growing smile through the
indecision written on her face.
Vanessa chuckled. “That’s good, girl. I’m glad to hear it. Now, we
just have to figure out a way to make sure he’s okay.”
“ Or find a way to save
him.”
“ What did you
say?”
Lynn’s mind was already a
million miles away. “I gotta go,” she said in a hurry, not even
bothering to repeat herself.
“ Wait! Wait! Tell me what
you said!”
“ Bye!” Lynn Loren tapped
the “End” icon, terminating the call, her eyes narrow with
determination.
Aunt
Denise , thought Lynn. S he’ll know what’s the haps. After all, she does work for the
LAPD.
~~~~~~~<<< ᴥ >>>~~~~~~~
~ 5 ~
Ill Tidings
Friday, November
26 th ,
the Day after Thanksgiving, the Same Time…
It was not a meal. A small
container of flax & chia seed cracker bread, a half a jar of
Maraschino cherries and finger-dipping into Cool-Aide like it was a
bag of Fun Dip was not nourishing at all. More than anything it
made them thirsty, but that’s all there was to eat.
Christina sucked on her
index finger, tasting for the umpteenth time the semi-sweetness of
the cherry flavored Cool-Aide powder. She knew she should stop.
After every such delving into the plastic jug she felt just a bit
more dehydrated, but she could not stop. The mix was that
good.
Or maybe, Christina, just
maybe, you’re a little off your game today.
She glanced over at the
tiny 3rd grader, who had quit the Cool-Aide long ago.
Christina smiled at the
thought, bemused over her clear addiction to the real
thing.
Marissa was sitting near
the lantern now, warming her hands against the heat coming off it.
The temperature within the passage was dropping with each passing
hour and the light was the only source of heat available to them.
She had unrolled the thin rug the man-thing had bundled Christina
within. She wanted to rest her bottom on anything other than the
cold floor. She had placed the lantern at its’ middle.
Deliberate, she placed the
tight-fitting lid onto the plastic container. Christina stood,
swiping her hands against her now dirty jeans in an offhanded way.
The dust and the sand-like top layer of the concrete floor coated
them now, so adding a bit more grime did not matter to the
teen.
She peered again at the
nine-year-old who had saved her from asphyxiation. The little girl
seemed lost in her own thoughts. Her eyes were searching for
something deep in the soft glow before her. The teenager could see
her body fill and un-fill whenever she breathed, but she was
otherwise motionless. Her long hair cascaded down either side of
her head, obscuring detail, but not the entire view. Her narrow
face was pinched with concentration and made her v-shaped chin all
the more severe.
She’s too young to
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